The Blindside of Love (Camren) Altern Versión

Chapter 28

"I can not believe I let you talk me into this," Adrian mumbled, staring at his reflection in the handheld mirror. He had to admit that the lady Lauren had hired for the task had done an excellent job of making him look completely hideous. His nose had been elongated in a Cerano de Bergerac fashion. Well, perhaps not that exaggerated but it was still pretty bad. His blue eyes were concealed behind a pair of brown contact lenses. And to top off the look, he also sported a shoulder-length blonde wig. He lowered the mirror to look at his former best friend.

"I look like a freak."

Lauren coughed to keep her laughter at bay. Adrian's make-over had been a complete success.

She'd never really intended to have her best friend looking like a male Barbra Streisand, but somehow it had turned out that way.

He didn't look ugly, per se, just ... different.

The wig wasn't helping any. Oh who am I kidding? He looks completely ridiculous.

From the window of the limousine, Lauren watched New York City float by in a series of muted conversations and passersby's unknown destinations. Yeah, I wouldn't mind living here some day.

She settled deeper into the leather confines of the seat and focused on the outside world beyond the safety of her limo. Unconsciously, she looked at every body she could, wondering if any of them were Camila . She could be anyone.

"Thank you for doing this," she said at last, her gaze drifting away from the busy metropolis to lock with Adrian's hesitant brown eyes.

"I really hope this girl is worth all of this trouble," Adrian stated, attempting to scratch at his nose through the latex extensions. Failing, he gave up. "What happens if I sneeze and the nose goes flying across the crowd."

Lauren laughed at the thought. "Then don't sneeze," she instructed, though her tone was light. The lady had assured her that nothing short of a hurricane would rip that sucker off.

"Do I look okay?" she asked, changing the subject suddenly. She gazed down at her outfit. In spite of having paid way too much money for a dress, she'd opted for the more casual look of black jeans and white tank top with the word 'tease' printed in black.

After all, this wasn't the Academy Awards, she might as well be comfortable.

"Lauren , you could wear a potato sack and make it look gorgeous," Adrian answered. "You look hot and you know it."

Yeah, but what would Camila think? Lauren found herself wondering. Lately, everything went back to Camila , and it was starting to get annoying. I don't even know her! She could be a fiftyyear-old man for all I know. She smoothed back the loose tresses of hair and took a deep breath. I will not think about Camila . I will not think about Camila .

"You're thinking about Camila aren't you?" Adrian guessed.

Startled, Lauren glanced at him. "I am not," she lied. "I was thinking about ... er ... my speech."

"Let's hear it then," Adrian said, not believing a word of it. Lauren was so easily read when her defenses were down.

I should've probably prepared one, huh? She cleared her throat. "I want to thank all the fans for this prestigious award. It was fun kissing this hunk of a man next to me. His lips were silky smooth and his facial hair didn't scratch me at all. Which is why I enjoyed kissing him. Like I enjoy kissing all men. Hubba hubba, viva le heterosexuality. Amen."

Adrian clapped. "I dare you to repeat that verbatim at the podium," he teased.

"Double dare you, in fact."